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Cale was sitting on the bed. He had finally fully recovered from his last adventure with the execution of ancient powers and the subsequent coughing up of blood. The kittens and Raon had gone somewhere and he could finally relax and read a book.
On page twenty-two, he was distracted by a knock on the door. The young man put down his book and sighed almost imperceptibly.
"It must be Ron."
“Come in,” the young aristocrat was right. Standing outside the door was none other than former assassin-turned-master butler Ron Molan.
“Are you feeling better, young master?” The creepy smile on his face didn't bode well.
“Yes, I'm fine.”
"That creepy smile, I don't like it at all. We need to get him out as soon as possible."
“Glad to hear it. Would you like something?”
"For you to leave." – But in response, he only said.
“No thanks. I want to rest a little more, so don't bother me, please.” Cale tried to return to the book again, but he was interrupted.
“Then I would like to talk. Do you remember what I promised you?” the butler asked with a good-natured smile, from which goosebumps ran down the back of the young gentleman.
"He's not serious, is he? I'm still sick. Calm down."
“What are you talking about?” Henituse asked very quietly.
“About your self-care habits.”
"Damn! No, no, and no! He can't, I don't want to!"
“Ron, stop your stupid questions and leave me alone. I still feel tired,” Cale tried, pretending to be especially busy, directing all his attention to the book.
“Oh, don’t worry, young master, this old man Ron will take care of everything very quickly. Please stand up, I would not like to use force,” the coldness in his voice made the young aristocrat bounce to the other end of the bed.
“You can't be serious! I'm fo... almost twenty!” The young man shook his head. He will do everything not to experience this shame again.
"I'm almost forty. I can't get that kind of childish punishment. I'm pretty sure the real Cale would totally agree with me."
“I don't think it stopped me last time, young master,” Ron was undeterred. And the young master did not like it at all.
“I learned my lesson, really. Please, I'll be more careful next time. After all, I'm not a child.”
"I'll try to convince him. I hope it works."
“Lately, you don’t act like an adult who can take care of himself.”
"Damn old man."
“What if the kids or someone else hears?” Cale asked with a slight tremor in his voice as he continued to retreat.
“Don't worry, I took care of everything. No one will disturb us.” Ron spoke to Eruhaben and Beacrox to distract the children and Choi Han while he spoke to their reckless master. Luckily, they were the only ones at home.
“I disagree, Ron. I am almost twenty; I am an adult and responsible for myself.”
"And I don't want punishment."
“Besides, you are my servant,” the only option left was to make a bastard out of yourself. But it doesn't seem to work either.
“Young master, I have been with you since you were born and have received special permission from your father. Punish you if the situation calls for it. I'm sure this is the situation. Now stop making up excuses or I'll have to take matters into my own hands,” the smile did not leave the butler's face, but his voice became stern, “Or have you forgotten about it?”
"What a humiliation? It just can't be."
In desperation, Cale looked at the nearest window. Three seconds to get to the window and jump out. Fourth floor, the old man can linger. He had a slim chance of escaping. But he still decided to try, unfortunately this time luck was not on his side.
“Going somewhere, young master?” Before Cale could even think about using the power of the wind, he was already in Ron's arms.
“Let me go,” the young man hissed, trying to break free.
“Definitely, but not now,” again that terrible good-natured smile, “I beg your pardon, my lord, I didn’t want you to get worse.”
With these words, the butler sat down on the edge of the young man's bed and pulled Henituse behind him. The young man hissed something, but Ron ignored it. He had to make sure his master was comfortable enough.
"Bastard! How humiliating at my age to hang out on this old man's lap like some boy." Cale thought as he made pointless attempts to escape.
"And what did I even hope for? This old man is a professional killer. It is unlikely that age has affected him much."
“I hope you are comfortable,” the good-natured smile began to pass more like a grin.
"Little puppy, the cause of half my gray hair. A few taps on his nose certainly won't hurt him." - At this time the old man thought, pulling off his glove to swing for the first blow. He didn't use too much force, but enough to get the puppy's attention and keep him from recklessness for a while.
"Ay! Is this old man's hands made of steel or what?" Cale yelled in his head, clenching his teeth tighter, after the first three slaps, ruthlessly sinking down on his poor, innocent ass.
“Enough, Ron... I'll take better care of myself,” trying to control his emotions and the gradually increasing pain from hell.
“I'm sure it is,” the old man replied, without stopping raising and lowering his hand on his skinny aristocratic ass.
"Bastard, bastard, I hate!" - The young aristocrat went over in his head all the insults that he only knew. As the butler continued to spank him.
“What are you being punished for?”
“I was careless and I didn’t take care of myself because of which I lost consciousness,” the young man replied stiltedly.
“Good.”
An eternity passed before the old man finally stopped the execution and put his hand on the small of his back. But before the young man could exhale, he was jerked up from his knees and pushed towards the bathroom.
“Bring me a comb, please, young master.”
"I hate, I hate, I hate!" the young man began to chant in his head, looking sullenly at his tormentor.
“I advise you to hurry, young master. Never, you never know when the kids will come back,” the man smiled, causing Cale to flinch. Naturally, Ron was bluffing, but he did not want to provoke him once again.
"The sooner we start, the sooner we finish."
Obviously not pleased, the young man stomped into the bathroom and took the comb from the drawer. In the middle of the journey, he had a desire to reduce this terrible thing to ashes right in his hands. But this gesture would hardly be appreciated.
“Good boy,” the old man muttered, causing the young man to blush to the tips of his ears.
“Get it over with already.”
“As you wish, young master.”
A second later, Cale found himself in that humiliating position on his butler's lap again, only now it got even worse. His pajama bottoms dangled from his knees.
“Stop! This... You can't!” the young man protested, twitching as if in a frying pan.
This made Ron smile for real. Barely noticeable, the tips of his lips turned up.
"It seems like it's been so long. He's grown up, but some things haven't changed."
“Stupid Ron! You can't do it!” five-year-old Cale shouted, dangling on his knees, above the said man, with a bare pink ass.
“Rest assured, I can,” the man replied calmly, holding the child.
"That puppy almost killed himself. Just a little more... Argh... And what was he thinking?" the ex-murderer swore to himself, lowering his hand to his rapidly blushing, writhing ass.
“Rest assured I can,” Ron repeated, as he had almost fifteen years ago.
"Damn, that hurts." The young man bit his tongue to keep from saying it out loud. The comb dipped down his once-white ass, coloring it the color of his hair.
"When will this torture end?" The young man barely held back his tears. Sensing this, Ron pushed his charge forward a little and shifted the comb's attention to the seats. At the last ten, Cale broke down and howled, shedding a few tears.
The hairbrush fell on the bed, and Henituse's pants returned to their rightful place. Now the young man was trying to catch his breath as the old man's hand roamed his back in a soothing gesture. Cale finally felt the strength to rise to his feet. Although with a quiet sigh, the pants unpleasantly rubbed his tender ass.
“Would you like something, young master?”
“Leave me alone,” the young man replied sullenly. He felt like a child and he did not like it at all.
“As you command,” Ron bowed courteously, “but is sure. If something like this happens again, I won't be as lenient. And he left as if nothing had happened.”
"He calls it condescension? My butt is on fire like I'm on fire. Plus it's as red as my hair."
Cale flopped on his stomach on the bed, drowning in self-pity.
"Maybe I can still get rid of the pain now?" he asked the life force.
"I told you last time; this is absolutely not worth the effort. By tomorrow morning, it will most likely be over."
"Worth trying." he sighed doomedly, burying himself in the pillow, he continued to read the book, but his thoughts were not focused at all on the letters in front of his eyes.
***
Eruhaben was the first to disturb him. The young man looked at him sullenly, in the near future he did not want to see anyone at all. He just wanted to feel sorry for himself forever.
“How do you feel?” the young man was sure that the dragon knew that the production was in this room, so the desire to contact him was even less.
“I feel tired, so I would like to take some more rest,” the redhead muttered, hoping that Eruhaben would leave him alone. But the man seemed to have a different opinion. The dragon sat down on Cale's bed as if nothing had happened.
“Don't sulk, you poor bastard.” The old man ran his hand along the aristocrat's back.
“I’m not sulking,” Cale protested, “I just want to be left alone.
“I just want to warn you.” Eruhaben moved his hand to his tousled red hair. Henituse was sure he wouldn't lay a finger on that damn hairbrush for days “if something happened again. You will really get to know the fury of this old dragon. And believe me, it will be a little worse than what you got today from that old man.”
Cale's insides went cold at that statement. He jumped up to the dragon, trying not to create pressure on the ass, and the unbelievers looked at him.
“You cannot! I'm almost twenty!”
“Ha ha,” the little bastard's behavior amused him, “Even for Ron, you're still very young. And for me, a thousand-year-old dragon, you are just a child. What is a very restless child.”
“I'm not a child.” All these nonsense began to annoy him. He had already forgotten that Cale Henituse was only nineteen. Most people would consider him an ordinary youth who could be easily spanked, a bad ghost, were it not for his accomplishments. Many simply forgot how young their hero is. But from his entourage, unfortunately, no one has ever forgotten.
“After all, you are my child,” Eruhaben forced him to look into his eyes, “and I don’t want to see you suffer. None of us want.”
"What the hell?" Cale sighed to himself, but only answered aloud:
“Sorry.”
“Foolish child,” the dragon shook his head, pulling the young man towards him. Henituse burrowed into Eruhaben's neck, allowing himself a rare moment of comfort.
"I'm not a child. But sometimes it's very nice." Cale thought as the old dragon played with his hair. For some reason, he really wanted to sleep.
***
The next to disturb his peace, after Eruhaben, was Beacrox. The man came with a tray, which made the young man alert.
"I hope it's not lemonade."
“I’m not hungry yet,” the aristocrat hid his face in the pillows. This man probably also knew what his father had recently done in this room.
“I strongly recommend that you eat.”
"He still seems to be angry. A creepy old man and an almost equally creepy son. And why are there always so many scary monsters around me?"
“Good.” The young man had no desire to argue. In addition, I did not want to argue with Beacrox once again. He sat up; an involuntary moan escaped his lips as his ass touched the soft mattress. Cale could have sworn he saw the man smile for a second, as if he was satisfied that his master was uncomfortable to sit on.
Surprisingly, instead of lemonade, there was a glass of milk with honey and his favorite super sweet cake on the table. His chef rarely cooked something like this, because in his words: "This food is absolute sugar. It's hard to even call it a meal."
“Thank you,” Cale muttered as he started eating sweets.
“Next time, I don't want you to pass out from hunger.” The man's voice was completely calm, but Henituse felt threatened.
“I'll be careful,” the young man assured him quickly, hoping he would leave soon. From such pressure and a piece in the throat did not climb.
“Hope so.”
In the next moment, Cale nearly dropped his fork along with his plate. Beacrox carefully placed his right hand on the head of the young master and ruffled his hair.
"He probably did it when Cale was very young."
***
After the cook left, along with the dirty dishes, the children came to him. They are the only ones besides Choi Han who didn't know what happened and Cale will do everything to make sure they never find out.
“Man, are you okay? You're moving a little weird. Do you feel bad again?” a small dragon flew excitedly around the young man.
“Don't worry, junior. Our man will be fine.” On slapped Cale on the thigh reassuringly. From which the young man felt a cold horror spread through his stomach.
“Sis is right, our man just talked a little with Grandpa Ron,” Hong affectionately licked the nobleman on the cheek. And whispered in his ear, “Still a little salty.”
"All around me are fucking monsters."
“If the elders say so, then it’s true,” the guy felt relieved when Raon didn’t understand anything. Yet he is still too small and naive.
“I'm really okay. I just need to rest.”
"Besides, my butt is now the same color as my hair. I hope I'll be fine tomorrow."
“Like I said, it’s nothing serious. There won’t be much tomorrow. The old man really treated you very lightly.” came a voice in his head. It was his life force.
"Damn, why am I even in this situation?"